Azeroth Shadow Trail

Chapter 1942 70. As we all know, a new military master always launches an epic waaaagh!

"woo woo woo woo"

With the arrival of another boring dawn on Maldraxxus, the low sound of the horn echoed in this desolate land full of strife. "Recovery Training".

He was dismantled four times in a row in less than a few months, which made his "old bone" that could kill an armored bull with a single knife overwhelmed.

Master Wall wasn't bragging to Fenner or Boo Laike.

He is indeed one of the oldest undead warriors born on the land of Maldraxxus. He was once the vanguard of the Chosen Academy, and even briefly served as the Baron of the Chosen for a certain period of time.

However, that damn war secret academy is also a place of fierce competition. After being defeated by his subordinates, Master Wall lost his status, and his soul wasted in the long war that followed, so he had to withdraw from active duty. I can only end my life in this damned place, the Theater of Sadness, with all my honor.

The job of training recruits and gladiators is actually not boring for veterans. At least there are free gladiators to watch every day. Occasionally, if your hands are itchy, you can go to the end to enjoy yourself.

In the past countless days and nights, Master Wall has been used to easily killing daredevils and challengers, which makes the days more and more boring.

But in recent months, the dull and watery days have suddenly become irritating.

Grom Hellscream, Kargath Bladefist, Finna Golden Sword, Braike Shaw, these weird souls from Azeroth are like depth bombs thrown into the muddy quagmire. There's a lot of rest in this damned tepid place of Maldraxxus.

A lot of people are complaining that these guys are too good at making trouble.

But for Master Wall, a hopeless warmonger veteran who loves fighting and obviously suffers from strong war PTSD symptoms, he would rather live the current life of exciting knife-head licking blood.

Even if it means that he is likely to usher in his fifth dismemberment and stitching soon.

"woo woo woo woo"

The second horn soon sounded again in the direction south of the Theater of Sadness, which made Master Wall, who easily defeated his five disciples with a brutal bone sword, raised his head in doubt.

"The sound of the horn just now was the summoning of warriors by the Secret Academy of Soul Selection, but now the sound of the horn is the rallying horn of the Secret Academy of Creation. What is going on here?

Why are the two horns coming from the direction of the Seat of the Lord of War?

That place is not already”

"woo woo woo woo"

Before the veteran could react, the third cold horn sounded again.

This time it was the summoning horn of the Ritual House. Unlike the desolate horns of the warriors, the horns of the liches were always weird and twisted, but they went straight to the soul.

"Something has happened!"

Master Wall reacted immediately.

He put his blood-stained bone sword behind his back, summoned his armored winged beast to fly over, and at the same time beat and kicked his disciples, asking them to immediately summon all the gladiators in the entire Theater of Sorrows to follow him .

But the disciples were still at a loss.

Those souls who came to Maldraxxus in the "peaceful age" couldn't understand what it meant when the call-up horns of the five secret courts sounded one after another.

Well, although for nearly a thousand years, Maldraxxus has killed hundreds of people every day due to internal struggles, and has been evaluated by the outside world as a death domain that swallows lives.

But the real "locals" know that hundreds of people die every day is nothing.

In the cognition of the Maldraxxians, the days without foreign wars or invasions by outsiders are regarded as dull "peaceful times".

Master Wall, who was riding the winged beast, looked at his disciples running around and suddenly became angry. The poor quality of these young warriors of the new generation of Maldraxxus disappointed veterans like him.

Hell.

These guys can only bully those armored bulls with weapons!

It takes five people to form a battle formation to deal with a doomsday lord. If those brokers unfortunately capture the abyss lord, then dozens of recruits will have to swarm up to beat back the upper demon!

In his time, a veteran like him could deal with five or six faceless men alone.

When Master Wall assisted the promotion of the fortress to fight against the void invasion, he and his two brothers assassinated the wounded general Krasis.

Riding on a horse! How did Maldraxxus, who used to be full of martial arts, become the hip-stretching look he is now? Relying on these damned recruits, when will the glory of the war kingdom under the command of the Lord of the Army be reproduced?

"What are you still doing! You idiots!"

In the echo of the sound of the fourth horn, Master Wall, who was extremely disappointed with the useless young people, shouted in despair:

"Listen! The horns of the withered secret court are also sounding, and the five secret courts are gathering their legions. This is the signal for the start of the all-out war in Maldraxxas!

According to the ancient tradition, the militia regiments that cannot be assembled after three rounds of call-up horns from the Five Secret Courts will be treated as deserters!

Even if you survived by luck, you will be included in the punishment camp! "

The gladiator master scolded:

"I don't mind going to the punishment camp to have fun, there are always the most exciting battles, but you rookies probably won't be able to survive the first day.

So for the sake of your pathetic little lives!

Immediately take the good weapons and armor you have hidden away, the wild bulls and winged beasts you won in the gladiatorial fights, and your war slaves!

Gather me the fuck up!

Follow me to the Seat of the Lord of War!

quick!

I don't want to miss this one! Ah, the wonderful era of war is back, hahahaha, what the evil god promised, eternal war, eternal bloody battle.

Good day, it's coming. "

"Vol! Vol, you old bastard! What are you waiting for? Didn't you hear that the five secret courts are recruiting fighters? Hurry up, it's time for war, total war! Total invasion!

This is so fucking cool! "

Several veteran champion fighters who had played well with Master Wall shouted outside the door, and this group of old knives of different shapes shouted happily as if they were celebrating the New Year:

"Did you pee your pants in fright? I told you earlier that it would be more useful to cut off your leather tube and replace it with a hidden sword. Quick! I don't want those recruits to underestimate us.

No matter who the target is this time!

I want to be a pioneer!

Ah, my nine swords are hungry and thirsty. "

Just like the bustling theater of mourning, at dawn today when the clarion calls of the five secret courts spread throughout Maldraxxus, the veterans living everywhere felt that the good times had returned.

The entire wilderness of Maldraxxus is full of rampant bull riders, and the sky is full of dark winged beast riders.

They soared in the shadows of the Void City, they followed behind the army of constructs, they rallied in the portals opened by the liches.

Maldraxxus, who had been dead for a long time, seemed to come alive in this prelude to the war played at dawn.

It's like the powerless old men who suddenly find that they have regained the vitality of their youth one morning. They are full of joy and want to regain the passion of the past. They are wearing a handsome suit, combing their hair to look like a handsome guy, and hitting Hairspray brought a few sticks of "chewing gum", like a red-eyed bull planning to go out to find a few big-ass chicks to talk about love and discuss life.

Uh, although the metaphor is vulgar, but look at those hateful undead with red faces, this group of destruction locusts who were born for war and died for war really think so.

The great plain below the Seat of the Lord of Soldiers soon became crowded with people. The official legions of the five secret courtyards formed a square formation on the ground, and more soldiers were fighting in the numerous floating cities.

The conscripted militia regiments were deployed around the official regiment, and they were assigned to different secret courtyards to become servants according to their different tactical experience.

And those gladiators who made mistakes and were sent to various arenas were additionally organized into a vanguard punishment battalion, and they would be thrown into the craziest and most terrifying battlefields to pay for their sins.

Maldraxxus was very generous to these sinners.

As long as they can survive three battles, they can be released without charge.

Sounds pretty good, right?

It's a pity that since this rule was established, not even one-twentieth of the total number of guys who survived the punishment camp and received the reward for release.

To call them "cannon fodder" is flattering them.

"Hoo, hoo, hoo"

The sound of deep breathing resounded with the heavy footsteps on the platform of the Seat of the Lord of War. Bu Laike, smoking a pipe and admiring the black army of undead below, did not look back.

He knew that the "Battle for the Marquis of Maldraxus" held inside the Seat of Soldiers was over.

The only victor is coming to himself.

"You look like a piece of stinky shit that was accidentally stepped on by a dog goblin who was severely punished by the orcs. If the soldiers of Maldraxxus see their new leader like this I think the morale may collapse directly."

Bu Laike said something casually.

Grom Hellscream, who was dragging his death roar and bloody footprints, had no interest in responding to the evil god's hateful speech full of racial discrimination.

But the evil god is not talking nonsense, the Marquis of Soul Chosen, who won with one enemy and four with difficulty, is really in a mess.

There are still traces of fresh stitches on his neck.

It was the injury that Fenner's desperate counterattack cut off most of his head and then was temporarily stitched up by the suture master. Compared with this injury, the internal organs that were frozen and crushed by the Lich, and the poisonous limp all over the body The mud-stained muscles, and the heart that was shattered into dozens of pieces by that sadist Kargath were all minor injuries.

"Your sister is really a lunatic. I have never seen such a tough woman in my two lives before and after my death."

Grom wiped the blood from his face, and said to Bo Laike in a cold voice:

"I suspect that she spilled her anger on me out of dissatisfaction. You have to take responsibility, you know?"

"You dare to point fingers at me before you become a military master. If you become a military master, I don't dare to think about what you dare to do."

The evil god said coldly:

"I'm really starting to consider your proposal now. Maybe it's better to let Boo Rocks manage Maldraxxus than you. At least Boo Rocks won't provoke me so desperately."

"Then let him come."

Grom took the Master Runeblade from Bo Laike.

He stroked the blade and said:

"I really don't want to be a warlord, just let me be a warlord. I only know how to fight, and I like fighting."

"Excellent proposal, it's really gratifying that you finally found out that your ultimate form is a mindless slashing machine.

However, I refuse! "

Bu Laike exhaled the smoke ring, heaved a sigh of relief, and said:

"The character of Boo Rocks is not suitable here, you know, the biggest wish of the old orc who slashed the Titans in his life is actually to go back to Goldron and be an old swineherd who has nothing to do with the world.

He can be your think tank and take over the secret academy of soul selection after you.

But he can't be the master of war, because he has lost his eternal desire for victory. Remember the secret I told you just now that only the gods can know? "

The evil god stretched out his hand and placed it on Grom's shoulder.

The Silencer godhead was activated at this moment, bringing Grom's high-spirited soul and mind to leap to the core of Maldraxxus's earth. In Lao Hou's surprised perception, he seemed to hear the sound of a substantial heart beating.

"The warlord left his last strength here, and he bestowed his heart of war on the land of Maldraxxus, and this domain is the embodiment of his divinity.

Do you know what the godhead power of the soldier master is?

It's war!

It is victory. "

Bu Laike explained:

"It is impossible for a warrior who does not seek victory to be fit for such divine power. Bu Rocks may be better at fighting than you, but he will never be accepted by this land."

Grom fell silent.

After a few seconds, he said:

"But even I can't play forever. One day I'll be tired, and I'll be like Boo Rocks, a tired soul longing for peace."

"I have chosen a successor for you."

Cthulhu laughed, patted Lao Hou on the shoulder and said:

"Don't be afraid, it's not your son.

Your stupid son is not yet able to take on this important task. He is trying to learn from you, but unfortunately, Garrosh has not experienced the darkest age of the orcs, and he will never be able to truly become you.

When you grow old, a new god of war will come to this land.

He will beat you.

He will take your eternal body.

He will take over the power of war from you. "

"The guy you can call 'God of War'"

Lao Hou blinked his eyes and said:

"Varian Wrynn? I heard that he will be the next Lich King? This is an appointed matter. Shouldn't his soul return to the Maw?"

"Then who do you think will be the next Lord of the Devouring Abyss?"

The evil god sneered and said:

"Don't worry, I have arranged everything. Now, don't talk, and feel the power left by the soldier master with your heart. Do you feel it?"

Lao Hou didn't answer. He closed his eyes and held the rune sword in his hand. After ten seconds of silence, he opened his eyes, glanced at Bu Laike, and said:

"It's waiting it's alive, it's hungry, it's thirsty"

"very good."

On the platform of the military master, Bu Laike took a step back, and under the gaze of hundreds of thousands of undead, he made a "please" gesture to Lao Hou and said:

"Then, Grom, the overlord of war, in the name of 'temporary military lord', give an order."

Lao Hou took a deep breath.

Under the watchful eyes of countless undead and countless commanders, he raised the rune sword in his hand high, and in the next moment, the entire Maldraxxus responded loudly.

This kingdom of death is like a hungry and thirsty beast with its eyes open. In the beating of the heart of war hidden deep in every rock and every gravel, it savagely tears open the fog-like space, tearing the death The space of the kingdom was shattered, rushing towards the goal of the war.

it is alive.

Now it wakes up.

It is eager to eat for the first time.

In the sudden dead silence where the cheers of the undead were like a chicken choking its neck, a piece of blue, beautiful and peaceful like heaven, a golden kingdom with quiet temples and glorious towers floating everywhere appeared in front of the undead.

"Madraxxus! Follow my orders!"

Old Roar's deep roar echoed in the hearts of every undead, he raised the blood-stained Death Howl, pointed at the gorgeous heaven in front of the ax blade.

After a second of silence, the sound of war sounded loudly:

"The enemy is ahead! All are ready"

"attack!!!"

(end of this chapter)